Isadora's face had turned pale from the cold, but she tried her best to reassure Wendy. "Don't… worry. It's not blood."
It was just water she'd picked up from the floor a moment ago.
But since she wore a black evening dress, it was hard to tell. In the dim lighting, the wet patch looked disturbingly like blood.
Still, Isadora was frozen to the bone—her stomach kept spasming painfully with the cold, each cramp sharper than the last.
She didn't dare move any more than necessary.
She knew they needed to get out of this godforsaken place—fast.
Even if she wasn't bleeding right now, staying any longer would be a real risk for her unborn baby.
Wendy gritted her teeth against the pain in her leg, slowly hauling herself up with the help of the wall. Step by step, she made her way to the heavy door and started banging on it as hard as she could.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
"Please, someone, we're locked in here! Somebody help us!"
She kept shouting and pounding, her voice echoing off the warehouse walls—but there was no response from outside.
This warehouse was far from the main ballroom, up in the hills. Unless someone happened to stroll this way, they could scream themselves hoarse and still no one would hear.
Wendy paced anxiously, rubbing her arms and sides, trying to coax a little warmth back into her body.
But the freezing air barely budged. The cold from the walk-in freezer had seeped into the rest of the storage room over time, chilling everything to the bone.
If they stayed much longer, it felt like the air itself would start to freeze.
Wendy and Isadora would freeze right along with it. And Isadora was pregnant, which made it all the more dangerous.
Wendy kept pounding on the door until her hands ached, her voice growing hoarse.
"Please, someone, we need help! Isadora's about to pass out!"
A fine layer of frost had settled on Isadora's eyelashes, her chest aching with every frozen breath. "Wendy… stop calling out. Save your strength."
Wendy slumped back against the wall and returned to Isadora's side.
She saw how blue Isadora's lips had gotten.
Tears welled up in Wendy's eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she sobbed, gasping for air.
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The readers' comments on the novel: Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)
It takes too long to get to the point. Too much unnecessary in between in all of these books. Too many extra characters, the authors lose the plot after a while....